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I know this song is based on Divergent, but damn. It suits my character Lisa so, so incredibly well that I can’t stop listen to it as I revise The Broken Doors.
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Color Palette Challenge #82 - Thestrals
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That feeling when your fingers itch to start writing a new WIP, but you can’t. Because you have a great setting, a handful of amazing characters, an awesome magic system... and no plot whatsoever.
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That weird feeling when you put a lot more time and care into creating a perfect password for your character to be used in that one scene than you do with your own passwords. (And then you think, "Hey, why don't I use this as one my own passwords? No one's ever gonna crack it :D ).
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Secure hold bobby pins (most prefer Japanese brands because they’re made for thick silky/slippery hair, so they have this really tight hold and almost never fall out), worn “interlocked” with one another for extra safety. PLUS truly obscene amounts of hair spray, to keep both the bun and the pins holding it in place. 
Tying up long hair without using bobby pins? (and keeping it in place while jumping)
In general, I believe bobby pins are frowned upon in figure skating because of the risk of them falling out onto the ice and causing issues when someone skates over it. So how do skaters with really long hair (such as Alexandra Trusova) get their hair to stay in a bun when they’re doing all kinds of triple and quad jumps? It never knocks their hair loose.
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Watch: Bill Nye uses science to defend women’s reproductive rights.
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D&D is a wild experience when you’re invested, you’re simultaneously playing a game, creating a narrative, and become a fandom??? so you and your friends can talk for hours about your characters and theories while guarding character secrets to not spoil anything and then think ‘i can’t wait for the next episode’, while knowing you’ll actually be collaboratively generating content, but are still like ‘i cant believe my dumbass child did that’
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The weird urban angels story in my head keeps getting weirder. And bigger. And I think it's developed another set of protagonists (here's an aesthetic for them).
Maybe it's time for me to actually start writing it. 🤔😁
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Russian Aesthetics Tag Game
rule: bold whatever applies to your chosen character.
Tagged by @hannahcbrown (Thank you! <3)
Character: Siobhain, the protagonist of what’s currently my main WIP, aka the villain of the same WIP.
BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk.
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words.
THE IDIOT: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky.
ANNA KARENINA: fields of crops, flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight & white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people.
WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snowstorm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder.
THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in an expensive restaurant, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.
EUGENE ONEGIN: a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlour, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons,  discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.
FATHERS AND SONS: birch groves, morning mist, moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn, picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary,  traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday.
CHERRY ORCHARD: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms,  old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune
...I’m from a country that used to be a Soviet Republic alongside Russia and I grew up reading all these books for school, I guess a lot of it stuck with me. XD
Tagging: @theswordofpens @thescribesloft @staring-at-the-wilderness @elliebrie @espelho-the-wayward-writer
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for a dream one of my characters keeps having.
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Lisa often wished for a world where autumn never stopped. Sometimes, wishing felt like remembering.
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That exciting moment when you suddenly realize your protagonist has been the villain of your story all along.
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